Newborn Eyes

The Machine

It has been a few weeks since Ty and I basically shared our romantic feelings for each other. Ty has started helping me learn how to control my power. He decided it would make it easier if I had a machine to help me sort through all of the people I have to make decisions for. It would be able to put the people dying into categories like criminal, mother, child, suicide, soldier, etc. That way I wouldn't be dealing with all of the people at the same time. 

He gave Victor the pleasure of making the machine while he and I had some alone time, if you know what I'm talking about. No, not like that! We just hung out, you people and your dirty minds. We talked about such amazing things like the other Xena that he met who have these amazing powers. He met this girl who could walk through walls and a boy that could freeze time. I am getting more comfortable with the fact that he can read my mind. I even told him that he could do it whenever he wanted to if he was ever unsure about how I felt.

"Constance? Hello earth to Constance?" Ty says, jerking me back into the present, "What were you thinking about?"

"Can't you just read my mind to figure that out?" I tease.

"Well yes but I'll only do that when I feel it's necessary. You deserve your privacy."

"Awe," I say, heat rushing to my face, "You're too sweet."

Ty wraps his arms around me and I bury my face in his chest. "I don't want you to die." I mumble against him. 

"How could I die when you're keeping me alive?" Ty responds, taking my chin in his hand and making me look at him, "You control if I die or not."

I look at him as tears well up in my eyes. "Can you control thoughts?" I sniff. 

"Not always, as long as my mind is stronger than the one I'm trying to take control of."

"Have you ever done it before? I mean like out of practicing?"

"Once, I made my dad think that Victor broke a wine glass when really he knew in his heart that I did it. I guess that's what is wrong with controlling peoples minds. You can't change what is in their heart. If they truly believe in something or love someone, that memory can come back no matter how hard I try to stop it. I always worry that there is someone else like me out there. I wonder if they're using this power for the good or for the bad."

I hug him tighter and tell him that I hope it's for the good. 

***

The Nibiru headquarters

***

"Drake, I have returned," a voice calls out into the room, echoing off the walls. 

"Wonderful! And what is the information that you've acquired?" Drake asks.

"Tyler is located at the Xena headquarters. However he has recently acquired a love interest who he cares for deeply. They spend almost every minute together so it might be hard to get him away from her."

"So persuade him."